The best way to prepare for a night out with a Shakespearean tragedy is to do a bit of reading up in the afternoon, eat a light supper - perhaps Welsh rarebit - and then arrive early to do some stretching exercises in the foyer before curtain-up.

My eyebrows could do with a trim.

I abhor nothing more than bumping into someone I know on the Tube.

The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.

I see my large nose, like half an avocado. I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough.

About every four years, someone says to me, "I've got a friend who looks exactly like you." What can you say to this?

The real change that paintings undergo is in the perceptions of the viewer.